A huge, luxurious apartment

Every so often I have a dream that my apartment has way more rooms than it does. This latest one started with getting new solid wood doors installed (they looked GORGEOUS) in my current place. I opened one, and instead of my tiny bathroom, I had an enormous, fancy, high-ceilinged bathroom fit for a king. Upon further inspection, though, it was like a grand old house would be when it fell into disrepair. Tiles turned out to be a little loose, the shower head seemed like it might fall off, stuff like that. But I was still super excited, thinking the whole time, "I don't care what's wrong with it, I can fix it! It's so big and cool!"

When I walked out, the whole apartment was different. The ceilings were higher, it had gotten dark out, and stuff was older and more run-down. It really was like discovering this huge mansion and realizing it was your place. I was so excited. Waking up was a real letdown.

On a slightly different note, I read about this writer once (I can't remember who right now) who would fall asleep with a spoon in his hand resting over a plate. Right as he was falling asleep, his hand would relax and the spoon would clatter on the plate, waking him up. He did this because those little dreams we have right between being awake and asleep would inspire his writing and he wanted to capture them. Isn't that cool? Sadly, all mine ever seem to be about is tripping on a step or something.